Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high There's a land that I heard of, once in a lullaby Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue And the dreams that you dare to dream Really do come true Someday I'll wish upon a star And wake up where the clouds are

Look for clovers in grassy lawns Search for shooting stars in the night No matter how hopeless It may seem I know I may be wishing

I know a guy Lost the only thing that he ever loved Wishing you would come over Give anything just to hold ya If you're trying to find a man who lost his mind, Doesn't sleep at night unless he's dreaming about you laying right here beside him Praying

Honestly, I can't believe it's burning again Like the first fires Run from fences, you don't have to pretend Now do you see it, the dream is gone Fatal fire, moving on Why do you need it in the ways to come Over you, the undertone First fires And if you

Why do I feel so numb Is it something to do with where I come from Should this be fight or flight Helpless hysteria A false sense of urgency Trapped in my phobia Possessed by anxiety Run, try to hide Overwhelmed by this

Only thing to do is jump over the moon Last night, I had a dream I found myself in a desert called Cyberland My canteen had sprung a leak and I was thirsty Out of the abyss walked a cow, Elsey I asked if she had anything to drink she said

When your lover has gone What good is the scheming, the planning and dreaming That comes with each new love affair The dreams that we cherish so often might perish And leaves you with castles in air When you're alone, who cares for starlit skies? When

Whoa, whoa, whoa, who knows Forty days, forty nights What the thunder and lightning will bring Maybe the storm will cover my dreams Maybe the sun will shine no more Which way the wind is blowing And when we look back on these things We won't cry no more

I won't stop breathing. I must be dreaming! I can't believe what I've become, Your world is falling at your feet, Watch yourself, I'm taking over. The cracks in the pavement won't break my stride. I tread lightly,

Oh, fight me Oh, a candle at my chest and a hand on his knee I woke up and he was screaming, I'd left him dreaming I roll over and shake him tightly and whisper If they want you, oh, they're gonna have to fight me I woke up on a bench on Shepherd's Bush